Chapter 110: Apprentice's stove

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The man in his arms was pale and not a trace of blood, and a black hair was inched into white snow... The fresh people faded away a little bit of color, as if they had disappeared into the world like this...
Momo's hand was shaking, and if he couldn't still feel the slight excitement of the chestnut's chest, he would think that this person is dead.
His lips moved, making a repressed and painful sorrow: "Master..."
I am sorry……
You have never hurt me, but I am self-righteously blinded by false reality, and dominated by selfish and possessive desires... and ultimately make irreparable mistakes.
I should have trusted you, but I didn't.
I know it is wrong, are you awake?
Ink hangs his head and reaches out to gently touch the eyes of Xie He. Then the man looks like a quiet sleep, and there is no sign of waking up.
His fingers gently picked up a white hair and clung tightly in his palm.
He refined his master into a skeleton, and he used cruelty to him.
This is his closest relative and his favorite person.
But he repeatedly betrayed him and hurt him.
The pain in the eyes of Mo Yan seemed to drip out, his fingers moved slightly, and the silver locust climbed out of Xie He’s mouth. The beautiful insects shook their wings in the hands of Mo Yan, and the relatives smashed their heads.蹭 的 的 手 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 沧 沧 沧 沧 沧 沧 沧 沧 沧 沧 沧Come!
However, Mo Yan did not even change his expression. He wiped his mouth and carefully lifted it up and walked out step by step.
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Xie He’s Dongfu has been restored to its original condition. The ink smear that was previously destroyed by the fight has been carefully repaired. He has re-examined the herb garden of Xie He. Whenever there is something, he will stay at Xie Ho at other times.
A few days later, Xie He was still asleep, and Mo Yan was kneeling on the side of Xie He’s bed. He gently pulled the quilt and carefully covered him. Even a little wrinkle was smoothed. He was awkward to stay there, and seemed to be doing nothing. After a while, he went out and took a basin of water in. He wiped his cheek and gave him a dry, pale lips...
Until the end was really unable to find things to do, Mo Yan once again showed a sad look: "Master, you wake up well..."
"You wake up, you can punish me if you want to..."
But the man on the bed didn't have any movement.
It has been ten days, Xie He did not wake up to the signs, ink gaze gaze at his long white hair, the heart seems to be torn again and again.
This is his fault. He used Master as a skill to absorb his skill, and forced refining to refine him into a skeleton. Finally, he used Soul Soul in disregard of his weak body, and the original unsound repair was completely collapsed. The force is broken, and now it is like a waste person... Losing the spiritual power, this broken body can't be maintained, and the hair will be completely unconscious.
All of this, he always reminds him of what he is doing.
Ink squats down and looks down at Xie He's face. The cold face is covered with ice and snow.
His eyes fell on the pale lips, and for a long time, he seemed to want to kiss, but in the end he did not dare... Ink closed his eyes and gathered the painful color in his eyes: "Master..."
He turned over his bed, lying on the side of Xie He, gently holding him in his arms, as if holding the only heat source in the cold winter.
This is the only person who can make him feel that he is still alive.
Even if there is only regret in this life, I don’t want to let go.
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[444: The host is big, how many new games have been added to the system store recently? Do you want to try it? 】
[Thank you: No, it’s almost time to wake up. Smile jpg]
[444: (⊙v⊙) Well] He sees the host playing so much every day, thinking that he is not going to get up.
[Xie He: I think my gangsters should have been introspective. After all, I have given him so much time to think about his mistakes. It is his blessing to have such a patient elder.] 】
[444: ...] To be honest, he feels that the host is greatly optimistic about the ink, and he is more happy _(:3ゝ∠)_
In the evening, Momo came to Xie He’s room again. He was wearing a black dress and was bloody. Today, he went out to look for Xing He to find the heaven and earth spirits that could be renewed. But halfway through the attack of a group of monsters, he almost died outside and finally got out.
He did not dare to delay and rushed back. Xie He's body is like a funnel. He can't accumulate aura. He needs to keep eating the spirits to be able to maintain it. Otherwise, he may die at any time.
Ink returned to the room, and even the clothes did not have time to change, took out a river heart lotus seed that was obtained today, and gently opened the mouth of Xie He and put it in.
The lotus seed inlet will be turned into a pale green crystal liquid.
This is an extremely rare spiritual thing. The medicine is mild and full of anger. It is the mortal who can use it to return to life, but it can only be used for a day or two.
After Momo finished this, he was ready to change it, so how can the dirty look stay with Master.
However, before I even had time to go out, I suddenly heard a very slight voice coming from behind. The sound was slightly like a breeze. I couldn’t hear it without carefulness, but it fell into the ear of the ink, but it was like a thunder. Stayed!
Did Master finally wake up? ! In the eyes of Mo Yan, the look of surprise, he turned and went back, but suddenly hesitated for a moment.
This will be his delusion again? During this time, he often saw his master wake up in his dreams, and sometimes he heard the voice of Master calling him... but it was all fake. Whenever he looked at the past with his expectation, he would find it. The man is as quiet as ever.
This time... is it his fantasy?
The look of pain and struggle on the face of Mo Yan, turned a little bit, even if it was a fantasy? He didn't want to let go of any chance. He was used to suffering disappointment. He was only afraid to miss Master's wake...
He walked back step by step, his eyes falling on Xie He’s face and whispering: "Master, are you awake?"
But thank you for not moving, still asleep.
Ink was fixed for a while, and the self-deprecating color appeared in his eyes, and he was ready to leave again, but at this time, the eyelids on the bed trembled slightly.
The ink hole shrinks sharply, no, this time is not his dream.
Just now, it is really moving...
Ink slammed down, close to Xie He, his hands caught on the edge of the bed, shivering slightly, his heart beating hard, squeaking, his face was stiff, his eyes were looking forward to Also afraid, the voice is hoarse, "Master..."
Xie Heru's eyelashes shook, slowly opening his eyes, dark eyes like a calm lake, it seems that after a while, I saw the people in front of me.
Mo Yan’s heart jumped to the eyes of the blind man. He remembered the cruel mistakes he had made to Xie He. He remembered his hatred when he saw him. He suddenly swallowed his throat and couldn’t speak...
Just as he was prepared to be accused of disgust, he suddenly saw the look of Xie He’s fear and fear.
Xie He opened his mouth and made a vague "ah" voice. His eyes were strange and terrified. He seemed to see something terrible. He tried to hide behind him.
The heart of the ink sorrow is like an ice cave.
The worst thing is still happening.
His eyes suddenly showed a painful look, which is why he used to be so angry and unwilling to use Soul to use the Soul, because Soul Soul damages the gods, most of the people who have been subjected to Soul Mad is stupid...
He knew that this would be the result, but he still had a ridiculous reverie, and he thought that Master could support him... As a result, he was wrong.
He shouldn't have any ridiculous delusions. From the moment he lost his unreasonable mistakes in reason, there is no luck.
At this moment, Mo Yan would rather face the eyes of Xie He's cold hate, even if he was accused of being beaten, it is better to face this now, fear is afraid of his thank-you. The man who was once so proud and powerful, was finally tortured by him into a look that he didn’t even know.
The bitterness of the ink sputum swallowed the throat, and the pain in the bottom of the heart melted into the blood, if there was pain in the bones.
[叮, target ink 沧 good feeling 2, current good feeling 97]
For a long time, Mo Yan gently said: "Master, it is me... I will not hurt you..."
But Xie He didn't seem to understand him at all. The fear in his throat was still screaming, and he couldn't wait to shrink himself into the wall. A white hair spread out on the bed and his shoulders trembled.
Ink reached out and wanted to hug the trembling shoulders, but before he got close, he heard Xie He screaming and his hand suddenly stiffened in the air.
He looked at Xie He deeply, finally slowly retracted his hand, knuckles hard to whitish, and slowly said: "Don't be afraid, I will go out."
After turning around, I walked out and walked out.
Every time he took a step, he felt that his feet were poured with iron.
[444:......]
[Xie He: What happened? Baby? 】
[444: o (n_n) o ~] Nothing, it is a little spicy eyes, the host of mental retardation has not seen him.
[Thank you: Baby, are you discriminating against mental retardation? Smile jpg]
[444: No! Σ(°△°)_]
[Xie He: It’s a responsibility to care for the mentally handicapped, and how happy it is to be a mentally retarded person. I think baby should be deeply touched by this :)
[444: ...] I feel like I am being accused of mulberry? Is this his illusion? He is not mentally retarded! ╭(╯^╰)╮
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Ink did not come in for a whole night. He did not leave. He stood outside the door and listened to the movement inside. He was afraid that he would not be able to go far.
After a long time, when Mo Yan thought that Xie He was asleep, he suddenly heard a sound coming from inside.
He hurriedly pushed the door in and saw Xie Hezhen trying to escape by the window. As a result, he did not even climb the window sill and fell. He saw that the ink smuggled in and suddenly showed a terrifying look. The pale face was pale, the black eyes were filled with fear, and one turned and ran to the corner, shaking his knees.
Mo Yan wanted to go up and hug him, appease him, tell him not to be afraid, but he did not do that, but turned around and walked out.
The next day, the sky was slightly bright, and the ink sputum should go out. Xie He needs to eat the spirits every day to maintain his vitality. This kind of eating method is that the big doors can't afford it, and the ink can only continue to find ways to go out and find it. He cultivated as a high-powered person, otherwise he could not support it.
He was worried that he would run and hurt himself. The spells locked the doors and windows of the house, and he left without worry.
When I came back in the evening, Mo Yan was a scar, but I was not lucky today and found nothing.
He changed his clothes and washed away his blood, which came to Xie He’s house.
He paused for a moment when he was about to open the door.
In the eyes of Mo Yan, the color of sadness and helplessness flashed, and he reached out and opened the door. He saw the gratification on the ground at a glance, and I didn’t know when I had slept. He gently moved Xie He to the bed, grabbed his hand and prepared to cover him with a quilt. Only then did he find that Xie was injured in his hand. He should have scratched the door when he was not there.
Mo Yan was distressed, wiped him clean a little, and took out the ointment.
He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the frowning and falling asleep. He suddenly made a low-pitched voice. "Master, what should I do... what should I do..."
"You yell me, I am good, I promise to be obedient... I will never make you angry again."
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Ink has been rushing for a few days, but there is nothing to gain. He has been to the difficult and sinister places in the vicinity, and the useful spiritual things have been picked up by him, but not enough... not enough...
He came back that night and found that Xie He was noisy and noisy, and fell asleep quietly, but his face was covered with a layer of dead gray.
Ink twitched his hands and picked him up, and screamed softly: "Master?"
Xie He did not agree, still asleep, breathing weak.
Ink's heart seems to be dripping blood. This is his fault. He made Master's body like this. Master was seriously injured in the abyss of the earth. He finally re-cultivated and succeeded. The consequence is that the body can no longer accommodate any aura, like a run-down funnel.
Even if those spirits eat, they can't absorb one percent, so they can only maintain such a short time.
Ink pain looked at Xie He, "Master, I am too useless, can't find the spirits..."
In fact, he still has a way to let Xie He maintain it. That is to pass his double spirituality to his own spiritual power. Xie He was tempered by him. The body is fit to accept him, so the effect of giving him spiritual power is better than that. It is better to eat the heavens and the earth.
But Mo Yan can't do that, he can't hurt Xie He again...
But at this moment, Mo Yan looked at Xie He's face that was not angry, and thought that this person would die... I only felt that my heart seemed to be burned by the real fire, and I couldn't live. How could he lose this person? He can't...
Mo Yan gently picked up Xie He, his eyes were stunned, like a child, for a long time, his eyes flashed a fierce struggle, the voice with a depressing pain: "Master, don't blame me, I am really I can't lose you. I will continue to search for spiritual things...just I need time..."
Because of the fear of hurting and hurting, the ink movement of the ink is extremely soft, and a thin layer of sweat permeates the forehead.
But despite this, Xie He still woke up with pain, although I don't remember, but all the memories like a nightmare are as imprinted on the depths of his soul, and the unsuccessful struggle screams and tries to get rid of it as much as I can.
Mo Yan carefully hugged Xie He, did not dare to force, the voice softly softly appease: "Don't be afraid, don't move, I won't hurt you."
But Xie He is deaf to the ears, only struggling with instinct.
Mo Yan looked at Xie He Canghuang's face, listening to the cry of his fear, his heart was sore, and he seemed to be in the furnace of purgatory. But despite this pain, it has to persist, and a little bit of pure spiritual power has passed.
Until Xie He’s face reappeared with a trace of anger, Mo Yan stopped the action without hesitation, wrapped the quilt with Xie He, gently touched his back, and his voice was low:
Nothing, nothing, already It’s over. It’s not painful.

He closed his eyes and turned his head.
His eyes are a bit sour, but he doesn't want Xie He to see his face at the moment, even if he doesn't understand it at all... Now he is self-sufficient, so he should taste it alone.
[Xie He: Baby, how much experience value has been recovered recently? 】
[444:10000 \\\\(≧▽≦)/]
[Thank you: Very good, continue this way :)]
Because his body could not store the spiritual power, the part of the body that the ink smudge found for him, except for a very small part of it, was recovered by the system, although the energy consumed by the spirit The recycling price is much lower, but it can't hold a large amount, which is quite a bumper harvest.
Experience value life is not wrong, thank you very satisfied.